This is a song about "Bull"

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

Ignorance is bless? shit about the fact that's all bull shit.

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I've been through all the bull, switch formation

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

I stole what i got no receipts, its bull sellin rocks just to eat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns

Hear some bull that some dude mumble

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Back and forth with this bull shit is this the prophecy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free